After an exhausting day at work, I eagerly lie my restless head down
Plunge into my bed and put on my pillowed crown
Regardless of how soft and cool my pillow may be
The other side of the pillow, keeps beckoning me
And be one man, long I thought
For the previous night I had forgot
How the other side of the pillow feels?
What comfort the other side reveals?
Although, both sides equally lay
I contemplated flipping my pillow the other day
For in the morning I awoke in hot sweat
And wished I changed my previous bet
So tonight, I flipped my pillow over with ease
The coolness of the surface came over me like a breeze
Oh, how magical this side of the pillow can feel
Oh how happy am I? To have made this deal
I doubted if I should ever go back
Knowing what the other side may lack
Somewhere ages and ages hence, I’ll tell this story with a sigh
How overnight that side of the pillow grew warm and dry
Because in the morning my pillow was wet
For I had woken up in a hot sweat

Come lay your head down next to mine
On this endless field of grass
How soft the ground feels on your spine
As these clouds above, begin to pass

Beautiful clouds all shapes and sizes
Drift through the sky, so blue
Imagining escapes and prizes
As I drift along with you

Ever changing, morphing amazing
These clouds above transform so quick
The winds a blazing, while my eyes stay gazing
New clouds pass, within a flick

How can I hold on to this notion of beauty?
Of nothing to touch, and even less that’s saved
For the clouds pass by, as if in duty
To escape my clutch, and leave me depraved

As beautiful as these clouds can be
Look, how fast to darkness they can turn
As the sky, now void of light to see
Begins to fill me with concern

Covered by endless passing shrouds
The wind picks up, as a hideous storm forms overhead
No longer beauty within these clouds
Lets leave this barren wasteland, deceitful place of dread

But, this too, over time, shall pass
And the sky return to blue
We will lie back on the softness of the grass
And watch, The Clouds, pass on through

I cannot help but glare into the vastness of the Sea
How it continuously keeps beckoning me
As the waves persist, crashing on bended knee
I ponder at all the possibilities that there can be

As each wave crests, one after the other
Making a path, no drop shall trudge back
But the wave moves forward, in a great pother
What a chaotic fate must await, as it crests past the horizon, black

And there are countless waves, all marching, stride for stride
Gliding through each other, as they change one another’s course of tide
There are endless possibilities, within my endless stare
For the whole sea is in front of me
The endless possibilities are all within my care

I’m searching for Paradise
Beyond the vast ocean on a beach filled with white sand
Under the palm tree in the shadows of untamed land
Where the ocean tides pave over the imprints of a desolate shore
And the wind echoes around caressing the sun drenched floor
In front of the sea, sparkling from the sun’s radiant light
Waiting to set, and be engulfed by the night
In my hand I clasp upon a cold and crisp, refreshing beer
Looking upon the horizon so clear
Oh, wouldn’t it be so nice
To escape this place to Paradise

I’m searching for Paradise
On an immeasurable plane of green land tangent only to a white mountain range
Where the prairie has been spared from the time of industrial change
In front of the sun as it strokes the horizon line
I sit, while I clasp upon my tall glass of wine
The sky is painted by an array of colors, reflecting off tranquil clouds
Free from the hustle and bustle of crowds
The grass is soft, like long bristles of velvet fur
As the pollen rises from the flowers, it creates an indescribable blur
Oh, wouldn’t it be so nice
To escape this place to Paradise

I’m searching for Paradise
In the big city, illuminated by artificial light
Surrounded by friends in the chaos of night
We trek, pushing through the people infested street
And pulse to the music of an inescapable beat
In the heat of passion, impossible to explain
We pop bottle after bottle of the most exclusive champagne
Under the stars, beneath the glittering sky
Indulging within the penthouse so high.
Oh, wouldn’t it be so nice
To escape this place to Paradise



I’m searching for Paradise
On the edge of the world, perched upon a soaring cliff
Where you can taste the cool crisp air with but only a whiff
As the sun begins to peak out from beneath the earths womb
I pour a drink, full of spirits to consume
The birds begin to sing in metronomic rhyme
I sing along, to count the time
In the twilight hour sets
The new day begins as I’m purged of regrets
Oh, wouldn’t it be so nice
To escape this place to Paradise



I’m searching for Paradise
After an extensive and exhausting day of work
Grueling and toiling for a boss who’s a ****
Breaking my back for the lowest of scraps
Sweating and Striving till my knees collapse
I return to an undersized and meager house
To be greeted by my enduring spouse
Embracing the responsibility of my new role as a father
I look upon the face of my daughter
And within her eyes so nice
I finally find Paradise

This is a story of a peculiar fellow
Known to get rowdy but often mellow
He graduated, top of his class!
Harvard law, was the school he passed
Didn’t work hard, kind of a slacker
But, he had the look, whiter than a *******
Quickly started his own practice, as the story goes
With plenty of clients, that nobody knows
He began, quit good-hearted
Champion of the poor! As he started
But, that all changed so quick
The poor can’t pay; it finally clicked
So he went for clients, whose pockets were much louder
And often times, noses filled with white powder
He now worked less, and golfed a lot more
Representing the banks that originally off he swore
But, this is just as much of a story, of dear old poor Louie
Who never had fortune, misunderstood and gloomy
When one day, he caught a big break
The bank had made a terrible mistake
Their negligence, was due to pay millions
Especially to Louie, along with other civilians
So Louie hired the best attorney in town
A peculiar fellow, he made no sound
So the trial went on, and the judge presided
At the end of the day, the jury still was divided
Because the lawyer, got an offer he couldn’t resist
The banks gave him more money, so the trial he dismissed
Dear old poor Louie, again was left with nothing
No turkey for thanksgiving, not even the stuffing
He turned to the lawyer and let out a great yell
“You haven’t helped me the slightest” he tells
But, the world’s not always fair people often get cheated
Defeated and mistreated, depleted than deleted
The lawyers might help, but not much
Blinded by money, they often loose touch
So the lawyer turned and responded to dear old poor Louie
“What are you going to do? Sue me?”

Your shadow is proof, that glowing beams of light have traveled millions of miles
Racing towards the earth
Just to be stopped, just short of the ground, and landing on your smiles
You begin to question life’s worth

For a shadow is a silhouette of something that passed
The faceless form of grace
Holding on, and painting memories in the outline that does not last
In the deepest black I can see your face

Too often do I listen to the silence of the night
And peer into the gloom that runs across my forgetful room
Not often enough can I gaze onto a new face in the light
As the flowers bloom I stay locked within my tomb

I know we will see each other one day, I could not wish for more
For you were the only one that my eyes could adore

Wishful thinking, my heart blinking, this time I must be sure
My feet are sinking, confidence shrinking, trying to find the cure

But its not you, I cant go through, my heart I wont expose
With my hope gone, how can I go on? Continue to chase shadows

As I put on the sandals made of red
I embark on a journey where the past I’ve shed
I follow the yellow brick road

It twists and turns, windless and winds
Around the bend and toward the skies
Over the seas and into a new land
With my family hand in hand
I follow the yellow brick road

And on this road I find a ball
That entertains me through it all
I share and play with those around
Through the air or on the ground
Kicking, hitting, bouncing, throwing it up and down
I follow the yellow brick road

As I walk I meet a fork
And don’t know which way to go
But which ever way I go
I know I’ll find
The place I want to end in space and time
So I take a left and keep my course
As I follow the yellow brick road

I encounter on my voyage there
People that can help me bear
The burden that I care
Of all the deaths I’ve seen
On the path that I have been
I follow the yellow brick road

I reach a high and reach and low
Nevertheless I know where I shall go
I hit some bumps and fall right down
But always get up and never frown
I follow the yellow brick road

As I see the road comes to an end
I look at myself as an old man
Searching this whole time
To find my place, to find my life
To do what’s right, to claim what’s mine
I’ve been on the road this whole time
On the road of my life

And on this road I have found
The person I am on this humble ground
And as I dig my grave so deep
I know I cannot go to sleep
All the unfinished things I still have to do
The questions, answers, and all things new

So I put on the sandals made of red
As a new road appears where the past I’ve shed
The sins I’ve gathered
I follow the yellow brick road

You’re charming, witty, and brave
You’re enchanting, magnetic, and strong
Everyone you encounter is saved
As your soul sings them a sultry song

You are beautiful
But, no one need tell you so
For your scent is suitable
To everyone you know

You’re intellectually apt
To the struggles of the world
And you keenly adapt
To the torments that’ve twirled

You’re humor makes my heart hum
As brevity being the essence of endearment
Telling jokes that end in “ Pa-Dum ***!”
Makes me spit out my spear mint. (Non-Paid advertising)


You’re enchanted ethics and magnetic morals
Inspire a life that’s dutiful
While your charming wisdom and witty orals
Makes you, always beautiful

Two sapling oaks, grow side by side, in the soft silt savanna swamp
The sun awoke, and shadows hide, their roots begin to stomp
The oaks move the earth, and stretch the sky, as they yearn towards each other’s touch
With their growing girth, and branches high,
Purposefully extend, to feel each other’s clutch

They grow, slow, and methodically
Taking their time, placing each leaf in the sun.
They reach, each other hydrologically
Sharing the wealth beneath the ground as one.

As decades turn into centuries, an exhaustive passing of time
The mighty oaks are living free, in the middle of their prime
Yet, still they yearn, for one another touch
To have their bristle branches brush in the warm wind as such

Though… a century more may need to pass.
For the old oak trees to touch
Patiently waiting in the soft silt savanna grass
The long time doesn’t seem so much

I live for those fleeting moments
that capture your imagination
of a bright future.
A word,
a gesture,
or even a glance.
That instant,
when all the possibilities of your fantasy
seem only a few steps away.
Where you fill the gaps of your dreams with the opportunity in front of you.
But alas,
as that opportunity comes and goes, the gaps seem more barren than before,
and you're left once again
with only the dream.
The dream of a bright future
where these moments no longer pass like whispers in the wind.
But instead,
are engraved like crevices in a tombstone.
Because in life we only have our dreams,
and the hope that these fleeting moments
turn into eternal memories

When they burry me, remember my feet
Which trekked every step on broken streets
Felt the sands course through the toes in heat
Through the winters snow and the icy sleet
Tip toed at night, in the shadows, discrete
And in the day stomped to the beat
Carried me to a love so sweet
I beg of you, remember my feet

When they burry me, remember my knees
Which cushioned the flips and falls of the trapeze
Held up my frame with the greatest ease
And never knelt to anything in displease
Sprang up in the summer’s breeze
Survived through the winters freeze
And only bent to the love I wished to please
I beg of you, remember my knees

When they burry me, remember my hips
That were there for all my trips
Danced and shook for tips
Witness the beauty of an eclipse
Helped me stay balanced in all my slips
Swung side to side on moonlit strips
My love, who so tenderly grips
I beg of you, remember my hips

When they burry me, remember my hands
Which toiled and worked in foreign lands
Saluted in honorable commands
Showed knowledge that still expands
Gestured my souls demands
Conveyed a message that understands
Maintained a love that stands
I beg of you, remember my hands

When they burry me, remember my chest
Where my heart beat without rest
Gave me bravery in every quest
Allowed me to pass every test
Grew for those oppressed
Out front when I progressed
Where my love, became expressed
I beg of you, remember my chest

When they burry me, remember my head
Smart enough to help me earn my bread
Heard in passing, everything said
Looked upon the horizon spread
Felt the pain, when my body bled
Kept my body fed
Laid next to my love in bed
I beg of you, remember my head

When they burry me, remember my soul
How it took others on an emotional stroll
Made me conscious of my body toll
Gave me purpose, a position role
Appreciated everything in its whole
The spirit world where it patrolled
My love, whose heart it stole
Above all, I beg of you, remember my soul

Father why hath thee forsaken me
And cast me down in the depths of misery
Why must I carry the burden of this daunting cross
Why must I be held responsible for this loss
Why is it my duty to save the world from it's Sin
Why must I have thorns dig so deep in my skin.
The pain of the cross and the burden of man
Why is it me in demand?
As I receive  lashes, over and over without rest
While I walk Through the scolding sand deflating my chest
The burden of the cross grows heavier with each single stride
How am I suppose to guide
And now I'm at the end of this terrible path
Perched up on the cross for wandering eyes to stare and laugh.
But it's not done, they finish me with a spear
Please father isn't their anything you wish me to hear
As I was waiting to die, bewildered and bonded
The skies opened up And god responded
"Oh Child, your burden is merely a physical one
And once it's past, you'll cure their curse my son
As your penance will strip the evil from their souls
But it's them that must bear the tolls
It's them that will live with the grief
That one of them embraced the burden of the belief.
So the others can be free
It's them that will struggle with humanity.
And in their minds you'll constantly be there
To remind them of the physical burden you had to care
But the burden of being a virtuous man
Is upon them and the rest of their clan
They must live, knowing they're flawed
To constantly fall short of the glory of god
Yes, the passion to suffer was dedicated to your deed
But the burden of the cross is their to heed"

I walk alone, covered, on a cold bitter night.
The icy rain, pelts my face, there is nothing in sight
The wind howls, cuts through my long black winter coat
As the trees rattle, the air evaporates from my throat
The pavement is hard, causing a sharp pain in my feet
My back, burdened ever more, with each step on the street
My eyes, my ears, my nose, even my hands, they all hurt
My heart, beats so slow, I can no longer exert
But then, a figure appears in the distance
My heart picks up, at the figures existence
Out of the darkness a slender silhouette appears
A woman, beyond beauty, young in her years.
The rain, dare not touch her flawless face
The wind calms, with each step that she takes
She too, is draped by a majestic red winter coat
Her legs, long, don’t stride, rather float
Her dark hair, flows and blows, in the cool night air
Her eyes, glisten with passion, lit with a flare
The skies are now clear, as a midsummer’s night
She walks, ever closer towards me, I’m filled with delight
Ours eyes meet, and a lifetime flashes before my eyes
There are no words, no thoughts, only feelings, which arise
My feet, are cemented into the pavement of the street
My tongue, lifeless, paralyzed by the moment so sweet
She passes, oh to quickly, but my glare remains
Now, the blood is boiling within my veins
I can no longer keep on my long winter coat
I shed it, now naked, I gloat
Clenching onto my unwavering stare
Waiting, for the woman, to look back with care
Another lifetime passes, as she diminishes in the distance
The moment so long ago, I begin to doubt its existence
But then, she turns her head back, ever so slightly with a grin
Looking back, me standing, in nothing but skin
She fades into the dark, such sweet sorrow, my body hollow
For the moment has passed, I can’t help but follow

I have climbed the highest mountain tops, yet you were their peak

I have trekked the vastness of the deserts, yet you were their oasis

I have foraged in the deepest of forests, yet you were their smell

I have swam in the bluest of oceans, yet you were their melody

I have explored the grandest of cities, yet you were their light

I have designed the most decorative of art, yet you were their purpose.

I have conceived the craftiest of culinary plates, yet you were their taste

I have engineered the most complex of structures, yet you were their hearth

I have lived a hollow life, and you filled it.

What can I tell you of regret?
That you don’t already know
Maybe how it feels to owe a debt
Or leave your imprints in the snow

Where does the widow lay her head?
In the coldest winter night
Knowing her husbands dead
With no farewell before his fight

Or what about the little boy?
Who bought an ice cream cone.
Then in the window saw a toy
And dropped the ice cream scone

Where does a father turn?
When his children, now are lost
Who escaped from his hand too stern
Their paths never again crossed

How does the drunken fool feel?
In the misplaced mornings of remorse
While forgotten moments painfully reveal
Where the drinking began at its source

What tales does the old man tell?
Of love and fortune barely missed
As forlorn figures of memories dwell
The stories of pain persist

When can the general rest?
After sending his troops to war
Not knowing the informant confessed
His people were slaughtered as they arrived ashore

How does the historian write?
Telling legends of folks of lore
As religious pressure brings fright
Which facts does he choose to ignore?

Who is the leader that might have stood?
And rally the nation to a virtuous goal
Perhaps guided them towards a common good
But, in the chaos lost his voice and soul

For you see, I was a train conductor back in eastern Germany
During the war I served as a cadet
Escorted millions on their doomed journey
And that’s what I know of regret

I once heard about a great Labyrinth built upon cheese
Where the rats scampered around spreading disease
They bicker and squander and take as they please
All fighting and searching for just a taste of the cheese

The Great Labyrinth was crafted some ages ago
By its own inhabitants, who all too well know
That despite their choices and where they choose to go
The cheese, they so desperately seek is merely a show

But the stench of the cheese fills every crack in the walls
So the desire grows unbearably to search through the halls
There’s an endless amount of signs and directional calls
The constant cornucopia of white noise leads to perpetual falls

Some believe they have the answer, where cheese you may find
Some only pretend, to simply toy with your mind
Others give you advice, to try to be kind
But most lie, so they can take what you’ve signed

The ones who quit searching, are the ones who have found
That the cheese is buried deep below ground
But, these same rats dare not make a sound
For, if they ALL knew, the Great Labyrinth would crumble all around

I once escaped a Great Labyrinth built upon dreams
Where everyone believed, but nothing was as it seems
And try as you might to calm the deafening screams
Everyone struggled and schemed for just a taste of their dreams

Practice as always
Long and grueling from all the running
The team’s exhausted
But, ready to battle

By a loss of one point
The game ended in overtime
For some, the last one

The coveted trophy
Remains shelved till next year
Collecting dust

Tears in their eyes
Dirt and blood on their face
Everyone chinned up and went home

The Coach reminiscing of what was
And hopeful for what could be
Pulls back and kicks up
Sinking into the Lazy Boy

The wife as always
Comes late to the dinner table

She ran sprints all night

I stand alone in a crowded room
Surrounded by shells of beings, often calling me a friend
But, none of them know my internal doom
There’s not one, on this forlorn plane that ponders my end

And then there’s you, the one who always held me through
Through dark days, and stormy nights
For eternity is was just us two
Win, loose, and draw of our domestic fights

To be called beloved, is the nectar of mortal life
To love and be loved, in moments of strife.

And yet, I doubt your presence next to mine
Facing an ultimatum, I choose neither
Wishing our souls would intertwine
But, I know you don’t know me either

I’m continuously trapped in lessons I should have known
Empirically…  I compulsively, find myself alone.

My mind wakes me from a tormented sleep.
As I struggle to accept my unwavering reality
How dark are these thoughts that I keep?
Compared to my unrelenting eventuality

For Hope is a firefly, you wish to catch,
And be mesmerized by its luminescent glow.
To capture a moment underneath the jar latch,
Before it dies, and you must let it go.

Hope is fleeting, quick, and toxic
Providing a false sense of relief.
Illuminating a path, to a serendipitous salvation
Only to betray you, and leave you in disbelief

There’s a grip, that clenches my chest ever tighter, with each passing breath  
I feel bound, trapped, and suffocating in the darkness of this death
I’m paralyzed from my eyes down to my toes.
And can only think of sadness, despair, and my inescapable woes

Now, there are, sparse moments throughout the day
Where your essence escapes my mind.
I hope that this new freedom can stay.
For even only a few fractions of a second of time
I can feel the grip loosening, as my breath I can begin to attain.
For a brief moment the grip grants me hope.
… Before it strangles my heart again

August 4th, 1942
My sweet darling Judith, I’m sorry I could not write before
We’ve been so busy, training and preparing for war
It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen your angelic face
Oh how I cannot wait to collapse into your heavenly embrace
How are your parents? Are they doing well?
And what about our daughter Dorothy? Hope she’s not giving you hell
Just know, I miss you all with all my heart
And cannot wait till we’re no longer apart

October 2nd, 1942
Oh my dear sweet James, I’m so glad that you finally wrote
My soul aches for your return, like a knot in my throat
My parents are well; they just bought a new home
And Dorothy is finally learning to walk, oh the places she’ll roam
How are you being treated? Are you doing well?
And what about the other soldiers? Hope they’re not giving you hell
Well I can’t wait for your return; I’ll stay on guard
And protect our home, like your protecting us abroad

November 22nd, 1942
It pains to hear I cannot see our daughter growing up
But every morning I rejoice while I sip from my Dixie cup
Because I’m alive, and I know all of you are safe and sound
And ill make it back home, to see you again, my love found
The other soldiers are fine; I met a friend named Mike
He’s also from Mississippi; we have much alike
The sergeant can be a pain, from time to time
But I know its all for the best, living in this grime

December 28th, 1942
Every morning I wake, I pray that you’re still alive
I don’t know if I could make it, how this family will survive
Christmas was hard; my father has passed
My mother is in tears; I don’t know how much longer she’ll last
But, I maintain my faith in our child and our love
And most of all in god almighty above
He’ll bring you back home, all safe and sound
And our family will be stronger upon this ground





January 27th, 1943
My heart drips tears of anguish upon this ****** ground
For your father was the greatest of men I had found
It seems like Christmas was eons ago
And in the New Year, I fought in the trenches below.
My friend Mike fell victim to a land mine.
I hope one day we can visit his shrine
He was a great man that I wish to remember
A shinning light in the cold darkness of December

February 14th, 1943
Happy Valentines Day from your family back home
Since my father has passed we had to take out a bank loan
We sold the house and now my mother lives with me
With your daughter it’s a generational house of three
Times our getting hard, but I imagine for you its much worse
This war is nothing more than a curse
How I plead every night and morning for you to come back
And get this family back on life’s track

February 14h, 1943
Happy Valentines Day my love, my world
Images of you flash every time my body is curled
For you are the only one that I fight for
But, I don’t know how much longer I can fight this war
My body is weak, and my spirit is drained
On top of it all, I feel my soul has been stained
I don’t believe men were meant to see such death
But, for you I shall hold on until my last breath

March 18th, 1943
Happy Birthday Judith, Hope things for you are going much better
Hope you’re not falling behind on the debtor
Hope your mother is doing great
Hope our daughter has plenty of food on her plate
Hope you wont get too mad
But lately I’ve been quite sad
Hoping this all will just come to an end
Hopefully I wont loose another friend

May 3rd, 1943
How dare you hang your head low
With all of the duties you still have to go
The payments are hard, but we manage to get by
Everyday I try and try

June 3rd, 1943

Oh sweetheart don’t take my words too harsh
But, you cant begin to even imagine the night I spent in the marsh
It was wet, it was cold, it was filthy, and scary
There were mosquitoes, and pests, and animals of all kinds to be wary
And what? You don’t think that I try?
All the horrors I’ve seen just trying to get by
So save the lip for another man
For I have dealt with all that I can.

July 4th, 1943
It’s the 4th of July, America’s independence day
Yet you are overseas fighting a pointless war away
They should let the Jews take care of their own
And not force good men from their home
There’s a large BBQ tonight at the mill
I hope there will be a good thrill
To finally get out of my cumbersome house
To bad I don’t have the company of my spouse

September 4th, 1943
Happy Birthday James, the father of my child
Things back home have been crazy and wild
My mother finally passed, she caught the fever
And I have lost god, for I am no longer a believer
This is all getting too hard
Dorothy got a stray dog, so now we need a yard
I don’t know how much more I can take
So please, James, hurry back to claim your stake

November 26th 1943
Oh Judith, be patient the war is almost over
But, luck is more than just a 4-leaf clover
You must try and stay strong for us both
Dorothy still has much to learn, and much left in her growth
I’m truly sorry to hear about the passing of your mother
She was kind, loyal, and was unlike any other
Hold on, it will all be over soon my dear
And I will see you again in the New Year






December 21st 1943
I’m sorry James, truly I am
But, I have decided to leave you for another man
Dorothy needs support, she needs a father
And I need someone to lean on, somebody to bother
I feel so alone, and I have nobody to cry to
I have nobody to laugh with; I have nothing to apply to
I’m lost in this world; I’m no longer the woman you know
I have lost the house, and now I live with a fellow named Joe
We met at the mill BBQ that eventful night
He was kind; he was generous, and very polite
Oh, James, I write to you with such a heavy heart
You must understand, that I could no longer take us being apart
I don’t think I could ever forgive you or forgive this war
You left me, for so long, holding the door
But, I can no longer hold this anger inside me
I can no longer carry the burden beside me
I can no longer live a life, wondering if
I need peace of mind, before I fall off of this cliff
My last wish is to have you write back to me
I need to know you understand so that I may be free
I must know, for fear I may take my own life
And leave Dorothy orphaned, in these moments of strife
Ill never forget you James, my dear
And one day, I hope, that our spirits our near

December 25th 1943
To the family of Second Sergeant James E. Wiseman
My sincere condolences for your loss
The body of James, was recovered by Lieutenant Ron Simon
On December 14th, he was buried under a cross
His spirit will be carried on by his platoon,
And his name we will remember
My hopes is that this letter will reach you soon
For James, was a shinning beacon of hope, in the cold darkness of December.

She told me “nobody loves you “
(Well, she’s wrong)
She said “nobody needs you”
(To leave her alone)
She said “nobody wants you”
(Around… and to go back home)
Yeah….
But hey! that’s why I stay , I only hear what I play, live my life on display

Because out there “somebody loves me”
(More than you)
“Somebody needs me”
(To get them through)
“Somebody wants me”
Oh This I know, and. I’ll let them show. Just How far in life I can go

For someone “to love me”
(Everyday)
For someone “to need me”
(In every way)
For anyone “who wants me”
I promise I’ll stay! At least for Today
And Ill give my heart away

To someone who wants me.

In the deathly silence of the calm, I feel the clamming of my palms
As I lay awake in the dead of night, so often as I’ve done before
One thought echoes out, as I begin to be filled with doubt
How these feeling come about, about someone lingering past my door
But, I know I’m all alone and no one stands outside my door
Just my imagination, and nothing more

From the dead of night, a sound pierces ever slight
My ears perk up and my mind begins to explore
Where the faint noise comes from, while my body lays numb
In the darkness of the slum, this hum I can’t ignore
A heed or warning, resonating past my enclosed door
The sound rings out “Falling For”

Who is this trickster, trader, inside my home, a dangerous invader?
Calling out to me from beyond my hardwood floor
In the dead of night, amidst four walls void of light
If I scream, will foreign ears here my plight? Or will I be no more?
Has my time come to pass for all the wrongs I must answer for?
As the whisper calls out “Falling For”

My thoughts begin to carry, how I should be more wary
Am I being tricked? True meaning behind this “Falling For”
This devilish trickster, whether Ma’am or a Mister
Swindled me in a twister, my wealth and name I can’t restore
Unaware of this chaos looming, the loosing of the war
Is this what I’m “Falling For”

Or maybe love, my damsel calling, perhaps my heart is what’s falling
To the one that I so eagerly adore
Thoughts of grandeur fill my head, for a prospect to join my bed
Where stars and sky, the mind has read, finally the weary sailor arrives ashore
Greeted by his enduring spouse to whom long ago he swore.
That she, and only her was the one he’d Fallen For

In the dead of night my mind still racing, for the sound my ears still chasing
The whisper ever so slight of “Falling For”
Kept me up all night and going crazy, my thoughts once clear now are hazy
In the deafening silence, my body lazy, to venture out past my enclosed door
I struggled battling for the meaning my mind telling me folks of lore
Of this destined fate of “Falling For”


In the dead of night, rang out a murmur, ever so slight, the noise got firmer
Beyond the walls outside the enclosed door
Down the hall in another room, a forgotten token within a tomb
Where the noise began to resume, a music box within a drawer
Broken saying the same two words kept replaying,  “Falling For”
For it was this, and nothing more

I know why the little girl cries
Because there were so many planes, it blocked out the skies
The bombing and raiding of the island side
Where the planes and the boats and the people collide
A place and time where so many died
I know why the little girl cried

I know why the little girl cries
Running away from it all with a disguise
All of her friends and family, packed up and gone
Taken to a camp, never seeing the morning dawn
A place and time where so many died
I know why the little girl cried

I know why the little girl cries
Because the bomb was dropped with no denies
Two cities fell and not a soul survives
All to the purpose, that so the nation thrives
A place and time where so many died
I know why the little girl cried

I know why the little girl cries
Because the troops marched so hard that the ground subsides
Through the blood and the sweat and the tears they all fought
Destroying everything in their path with the entire world caught
A place and time where so many died
I know why the little girl cried

I know why the little girl cries
To escape all the pain and the struggle and lies
She cried so hard that the little girl died
And now the whole world knows why, the little girl cried

What a strange entangled web we weave
Where we lie and deceive
Lie and hide from really who
When who you’re lying to is really you
When the world shall be reborn and angels flap their wings
You’ll still be hidden away concerned with all your things
With all the partying and stuff you did
Was it worth it looking back, pretending to be another kid?
For true happiness does not lie in numbers
But loyalty when you experience your greatest blunders
Take off the mask and show your face
Let people see your true beauty inside this place
I hope what your looking for you’ll find
And finally reach your peace of mind
For we live in a world where we all deceive
What a strange entangled web we weave

I sit perched on the window seat
Looking out at the weathered clouds overhead
The streets barren of life
I sit perched on the window seat

Dew begins to from on the window seal
And the mist condensates on the window
In front of my warm breath
Blurring my sight
I sit perched on the window seat

The rain pounds on the glass
Shaking in a deafening tremble
Lightning flashes in the distance
And a roar of thunder follows
Scaring anything away that might have been bold enough
To stand and endure the storm
I sit perched on the window seat

But, as all storms must
This too shall pass
And light will return
To this dark empty street
Illuminated by sun and rainbow

So this too must pass
But, for now

I sit perched on the window seat
Looking over the barren street.

I'm a man of little faith, but I often pray
I pray for health, I pray for wealth, I pray for these all day

I never worked hard, not at all
It was simply given, all I had to do, was call
I have a lovely life, and a lovely wife, I cannot ask for more
But still I yearn and try to earn the things that I adore

So I pray to the old gods, and pray to the new
Ill pray to Suez, if he gets me through
I shout and I shout, towards the skies aloud, even at the ground
I pray every day in every way, for riches to be found
One day my wife left me, and my son died in the war

But still i pray, I pray and pray, I always pray for more
One day I caught a disease, and it crippled me to the core
But still I pray, I pray and pray, I always pray for more
I'm a man of little faith with an empty safe, and I have nothing left now

I never did right, not one night, and it hangs upon my heavy brow

So I prayed again, to whoever listens, for what I should do

"Please god, please tell me, how to make my life a new

I want to be happy, please o please show me how
For the hole in my heart grew bigger and bigger, from once until now
"
As I expected, I heard no reply
So I carried on with my day, by and by
One day a man asked me to spare him some change
All I could do was look upon him estranged

Because he had a smile on his face and filled with delight
Though he hadn't had a position in sight
I asked him, "Dear fellow, how are you filled with such glee
"
He responded through "faith, faith in humanity
"
That good things will happen, you just have to wait
For we are all judged as equal at the heavenly gates.
So I gave my new friend all the possessions I had
And went on my way, slightly more glad

I am now a man of great faith, but rarely I pray,
Not for wealth nor health, nor to see the light of day
I pray for others, so they may be well

I pray for the moral, and I pray for those in a cell

I have no money, no clothes on my back

But my burden is lifted, I'm happy, on life's track
I sit on the corner, quit often, and beg for bread

And often I sing, different tunes that come in my head
I asked a bold man for some food one day
Hoping my kindness will be returned in some way
The man just stood there, then said, asking me to stay
"
People won't just give you things, poor man, I suggest that you pray"

Why do you put on the fake smile?
The green hair and big red nose
Immense checkered overalls and big floppy shoes
To entertain the swarms of children
On the playgrounds and inside the giant tents

When your own children
Pour real tears at home
Alone in the empty rooms of the tiny house
Longing for their farther
To come and put a smile on their face

But, you stay and not come
For the lure of the gold and the glitter
The spotlight beckons for thee
And you avert the needs of your own
To fulfill the desires of others

I remember when I first saw you, standing firmly in the doorway.
Your hair glistened and glimmered in the air, as you, made it across your way.

You were beautiful and bold, but I could not bring myself to say hello.
You had my heart in a hold, I knew I could never let you go.

I spent an eternity thinking, of how I can lure your lust.
Until confidence came sinking, from a kind fellow, in drugs we trust.

We danced that night. And I made you feel excited.
Under the artificial light, we merged as one, our paths united.

The next several years became a blur, as we went on our world tour.
Diving into the depths of our emotions, we flew across the vastness of the oceans.

We lived through pain, and sorrow.
We grew through regret and shame.
Gifting each other our intellect to borrow.
Maintaining one another’s lit flame.

We prospered, dare I say it, we thrived.
Our souls fostered, our spirits, combined.

….

But, In the end, my heart was broken and my virtue shoved.
Those final words were never spoken, and now
you’re just someone, I once loved.

The only thing that can surpass the grandness of my intellect, is my unrelenting naivety
The only wisdom I lack, is that of experience
I assume all the things that I neglect, in my late latency
But, lately I attest, I’m quit definitely delerious

I want to build grand monuments to loved ones, but I’ve never been an engineer
Pass down grand teachings to my sons
Yet I’ve never been a father, in any year

I wish to love a woman, like no woman has ever been loved before
To tell her irrelevant stories, and only store memories in the drawer.
To take her to places she hasn’t heard of before or even seen.
Create! The things that she can adore and make the chaos serene

I am no fool, I know what I want.
I desire commitment, I long for Freedom and independence
I decided her love for me; I’ll proudly flaunt
But, internally keep it secret, to nurture my own dependence

One day, she noticed that her love for me was gone
And all the little things she loved about me, all of the quirks, and unintentional foolery
Had turned into insufferable character traits, and puzzling conversations
She no longer loved me, and I love her still.

But, I could not love her, the way she wanted to be loved and cared for
And eventually she could not love me as well
She needed to be loved, but only from a distant shore
Her love, in kind, I could not compel

I need to say a million things to you, tell you how I feel, show you how I hurt, and imply what I desire.
I wish to scream, loudly and often, let the air wash away the bitterness from my lips, and try to rekindle the fire.

But, instead. I stay silent, and act benign
And when asked… I say : “I’m doing fine”

They love me when I sweat
Sweat pools of anguish onto the grass
And staining it with my blood

They love me when I push
Push for the extra inch breaking my back in immense pain
And screaming till my voice gives out

They love me when I give
Give everything I have for the team
And not ask for a drop in return

They love me as long as I work
As long as my legs work
And my heart beats

But, nobody knocks at the hospital door
When I can’t work no more
And have nothing else to give

It was a beautiful day as it started
The sun was up as I departed
I went outside and to my surprise
Stood a man in mid-town with gleaming eyes

Like the wind the man just blew into town
With not a name he made no sound
As we all gazed at the man dressed in black
Nobody said a word of respect for his plaque

He opened his mouth, the man finally spoke
“I am here for the blacks” he said standing next to the oak
I did not say a word for I was not
Turned the other cheek and did not a lot

I turned away relieved and went home
With a smile on my face, I was sparred and I wasn’t alone
So I lay in my bed knowing full well
For more than a second on the matter I dare not dwell

I awoke the next morning good as the last
Quickly got on my clothes and went outside fast
Once again to my surprise
The man stood in mid-town with puzzling eyes

We all looked at the man with a deep stare
And asked “why are you back aren’t we the ones you’ve sparred”
“Wasn’t it the blacks that you so heavily eyed?”
“The blacks, oh no, not them,” he replied

“If it wasn’t the blacks than you are here for who?”
To which he replied “none but the Jew”
As he stood next to the wall with a cross to his side
Most were relieved, but several cried


I once again was thankful because I was not
Through the whole ordeal I did, not a lot
As I turned away relieved I went back home
With a smile on my face, I was sparred and I wasn’t alone
So I lay in my bed knowing full well
For more than a second on the matter I didn’t dwell

The Chinese he came for the next day
Standing next to the rails where the bodies decay
So it came with each passing day
He blew into town and took more away

With each passing time I stood there because I was not
From all the misery witnessed, I did not a lot
And every day that I went home
I had a smile on my face because I was sparred and I wasn’t alone

Finally one day that I woke up
The world was bleak all around me, while I sipped from my cup
No one in the streets, not a soul there
I stood all alone in the town square

Then the man in black came once again
“There is no one left, for who are you here to obtain”
“You, my humble servant” the man said
“I am no puppet of yours” I answered with my face turning red
“Ahh but, who has served me more faithfully
Than you with your cowards hope” answered he
“And where are the others that might have stood”
“Side by side in the common good”
“Dead” I said amiably
“Murdered” the man corrected me
“First the blacks and then the Jew
I did no more than you let me do”

“With your denial and your false hope
You’ve reduced mankind to nothing but a joke
Enveloped in your own selfishness and greed
You were blinded to your own misdeed”

As the man in black spoke that’s when I knew
That all of his evil, I let him do
And as I felt death’s sweet kiss
I thought to myself that ignorance is bliss

As the world crumbled all around me and turned to ash and debris
I just let it go by, with a nod and an agree
Submerging myself in a fake world of hope
I too late realized that I was the dope

For a long time I was happy because I was not
Turned away from it all not doing a lot
And now with no one to help me, I realized that I’ve always known
Truly now, I am all alone

I'm looking for god, but I don't know where to start
Perhaps he lies dormant in the vastness of my heart
A seasoned man advised me to consult an old book
Within the back pages and footnotes to look
But with what I found, I wasn't pleased
For within even a thousand pages, god can't be squeezed
Too many rules, and laws commanded to obey
But the word of god doesn't command to stay
Perhaps god resides in a holy house
I heard of it's extravagant windows and the holy mans embroidered blouse
But What need does god have for buildings such as these
Or the monuments erected to appease
For the entire universe is the house of God
He can't reside in a confined quad
What of the poor, the sick, and those full of despair
Surely God has to be there
To lift there hopes, and to set them free
From the shackles placed on them by society.
But alas, my efforts are to no avail
For if god where there, they would prevail.
How about with the wealthy, The ones who are doing well
Does god network with them? From heaven to hell.
But god is good, benevolent, and full of joy
God does not judge nor employ.
I'm looking for god, but where can he be.
I can't see him, but his will keeps beckoning me.
He's not in a place, but alongside  the flow of life
In the people you meet, and the moments of strife.
He's along side the birds, the fish and the trees
Alongside anything eager to please.
He is the collective will, of the universe in motion
But it's hard to hear him amongst all the commotion
You must silence your mind, and pick your body apart
Then allow God to resonate from the vastness of your heart

Crack the shell and break that which confines and bonds you
Seep onto the cold, hard, unforgiving ground
Absorb all that is around you
Grow, but do not discard the shell from which you came and heard that first sound

Instead use the yolk and wear as your perfume
And the shells to build your house in which to live
Then, set your own curfew
And wait for the ground to crack and give

Let’s start small; let’s say you’ve found a picture
Is it something you recognize?
Or just another image in the collage that is your life
Does it ignite the fire of your imagination?
Or does it ever so slightly caress a long lost memory

Let’s say you’re talking to your god about worship
Does he tell you how to praise him?
In the day, at night, standing up, kneeling down, or not at all
Would he tell you who is wrong?
Could you tell them?
Or just not listen and go on living
Dismissing the words, being lost in the wind

Or when you realize one day the world will end
Would you try to stop it?
Or fulfill every dream you had
Splurging like a kid in the candy store

Or let’s say you read about an antidote that cured all disease
Do you think anybody else read it?
Would you go shout it at the top of rooftops?
And forward, email, face book, text, to everyone you know
Would you believe it?
Deep down

One day last month with nothing else to do
Did you pick up a book?
Or turn on the T.V.
For once watching the news and see what was going on outside your room

Or you’re in danger and you want to scream (but you don’t)
Because you’re just noticing that it’s all a dream
Do you go back to sleep
Or lie awake hoping that fear will fade
Will you dream again?
Of what?

And last year did you see how the people of the world came together
How man, hand in hand learned to overcome

To the left of the television
Beyond the gold and black rug
Across the couch in the living room
Lives a memory

Enclosed in a silver frame behind the glass
Sits a naive little boy playing with his new toy
In the arms of his father
Both gazing the same gaze

The flash was too bright
And the background is faded black
But the father and son are in perfect focus

They’re wearing grey sweaters
It’s cold, probably winter in the photo
The boy is resting on his father’s chest, loving him very much

In my living room
Behind the glass
Lives a memory

Let me take you to the place where the lights are dim
Where there are no smiles, though nobody’s grim
Where the faces and colors are not what they appear
Nevertheless, the sight is perfectly clear
Where the kind little waitress knows perfectly well
The wonders and details of heaven and hell
Where she sits you at the regular bench
With that odd somehow familiar stench
Where friends dwell, though you’ve never seen their face
And the band plays your life while you drift into space
Where the drink is nectar only held by the gods
But, only attained after overcoming the greatest of odds
For the cool, they mark, and the old men, they know
Where the walk is slighted and slow
So take the plunge, and go for a swim
And follow me to the place where the lights are dim

What I want to be

If anything in the world I could be
I wish, I wish I were a tree
So little would be expected of me
To simply grow and sit patiently
To provide shade in the hot summer days
To let the birds perch and sing out praise
My mind no longer trapped in a haze
My purpose defined within this phase
No longer would I be asked to think outside the box
If I simply were a fox
Or better yet I could be an Ox
No longer trapped by time on clocks
I'll be free to roam
And call any sunny patch my home
No longer would I feel alone
Nor carry sins for which I must atone
Oh why, has the universe placed me in this physical form
For wandering eyes to scrutinize and scorn
Oh why can't I just be
Proud and sturdy like a tree
No questions would be asked of me
No expectations demanded by society
But what type of life is this
Deprived of both pain and bliss
For how do I know that I exist?
And after life, will my dreams persist?
Once blind, now I see
That my dreams could come effortlessly
And life is such a blessing to me
I can only wish I'll simply be

Ten thousand swords can’t change a belief
Nor handcuffs reform a thief

But, there is one thing that can change it all
It can be either big and powerful or subtle and small

A beacon that has always stood
Guiding the minds towards the common good

The reason for every war
And the beginning of every lore

It’s not a weapon but rather a choice
It is the power of one voice

As I walk
I slip and stumble
Going down I fall and fumble
Getting deeper and deeper I fall into despair
I reach for help but there’s no hand there
I don’t know what’s up and what’s down
As I’m about to lose all hope and die I land
Just to get back up again
And walk

I am the ember that waits in the heart of the burning flame
Hot, like the passion of estranged lovers in the moment of self worth
The foundation and I were once one in the same
Before dancing pirouettes glided upwards from the earth

The sacrifice of wood in the efforts of just and reason
Weakening inner strength as we tumble down in size
Like the boxer, who trains a lifetime season after season
The weight of winning, will be his ultimate demise

I know, eventually the dancers will slide away
Unbeknownst to the other embers, who wait in desperate hopes
Fearing the flame will no longer stay
The hangman tightens his gallows ropes

Exhausted after a life of vigor, my fate is ultimately sealed
Once bursting with passion, now anxiously tame
Much like the warrior, who sustained a fatal wound, on the battlefield
I am the ember that waits, in the heart of he burning flame

Challenge me intellectually
Inspire me spiritually
Support me emotionally
Excite me physically

Step outside in the world of the twilight hour
And distinguish between the sweet and sour
Look upon the streets no longer crimson bright
And not yet engulfed by the darkness of night
It’s a time where heroes wear no capes
And evil finds a way to escape
Where the TV sits still, paused from its flashing lights
And you finally experience the blood, sweat, and tears of real fights
It’s a time where the sun doesn’t blind from the truth
Yet every alley and corner is lit for the youth
So step outside and look after the summers shower
And witness the world, clearly, in its twilight hour

I stand united in a crowd of my brothers
In the streets where “every man is created equal”
On a righteous path in the presidents city

No longer shall I fear the hose of the hydrant
Or the bite of the dogs and twirling of the batons

No longer shall I sit
Sit with my head bowed
On the backs of the buses and the bottoms of society
In my designated place in the land of the free

No longer shall I run
Run from the crosses of the south
And the ropes of the oak trees

No, I shall stand and overcome
Nay, we shall overcome

Guided by the light of our dreams
The hopes of our forefathers
And the vision of our children
I stand united in a crowd of my brothers

I look upon the horizon line
And wonder what lies beyond the pine
But, before the sky and earth align
Is there a place that holds divine?

I begin my trek and venture there
Ever more approaching the place of my glare
But, my heart fills with despair
Is there nothing past my stare?

I reach the place to a brand new sight
The horizon line, now at greater height
But, all I hoped, is now, just trite
Is there still a place that may excite?

The divine is simply hope
To look upon, within your scope
It’s not in your stare, but in your mind
Where fantasy and your future align
Excite? Oh how it will
When dreams, you will fulfill

So dream beyond the horizon line
And life you will define
Better yet, you may design
Beyond the horizon line

She was the pure powdered snow, and he the springtime breeze
While little of love did she know, he was eager to please
Delicate was she, as every flake unique and fragile
Unrelenting was he, moving fast and keenly agile

She covers all of life, in a smooth and even coat
He tussles her hair every now and then, and leaves a simple note
He tells her he’ll be back, through the patterns that he makes
She awaits him till the dawn, till the more of her he takes

He loves her slowly, as day-by-day goes by
No longer is she lonely, as life begins to spry
She’s warming up to him, ready to experience love
But her future looks so grim, as the sun shines down above

His burning love, of swift and vigor, has cost a terrible price
As she condensed, and loved him so, paying the ultimate price
The springtime breeze never had a chance, a love that does not last
For how does she accept his love without becoming past?

In tribute, the springtime breeze took heed, and finished building with another
The summer night in need, he flourished with his brother
There was no end to life that grew, no blemish nor sign of decay
Until the fall rain came through, and washed his remnant love away

I’m tired of the clapping, young kids a trapping,
No capping, same problems we attacking back when 2pac was rapping

Talking about illuminati and the super rich,
You Connect the pieces, through a panel stitch
We all slaves, quick to share the conspiracy link.
We all know George Soros, but not Laurence Fink

Black rock, black stone, black power.
But all we can talk about is trumps *******?
Not the people we empower, Bc we get our news from Matt Lauer?

Fake news just means thing you don’t agree with.
The Subjective facts, turn truth IN to myth
To much noise causes perspective to shift
Happens so swift, you think it’s gift
But really you just fell for the grift

Ronald Reagan is the devil. Ya I said it
The one that started the crack epidemic,
AIDS, he didn’t get it, and let millions die in the pandemic

But, all the presidents are crooks.
Even Clinton cooked the books.
We went from a vision for a globalized economy
To drone striking little kids with autonomy

WERE ******!!!!
and it’s hard to see, all the different ways that you’re no longer free. All the different ways, you ain’t got the key, fighting the daily struggle of just to be.

WERE ******!!!
You know what they don’t teach you in schools?
How to do your taxes, WHY!? They think you’re all fools
Meanwhile you pay all the taxes you owe.
And big corporations, well… you know.

But, ROME, we need the corporations, to survive, they give us jobs, while we’re alive. Don’t they pay for most of the taxes in the land? Well, kind of, that’s payroll. And that’s not the plan.
FIRST, they took pension plans, but here’s a 401k
We’ll lower the pension but, Mach what you pay
And PLEASE don’t ask us if the stock markets OK… that’s not my job, but be patient and stay.

SECOND, companies, unlike YOU!
Deduct all their expenses…
This company car, ain’t it expensive…
These company shoes, I like to expense it
Let’s all go to the Bahamas… the tax game commences

So you got 1099’s, well write off your ****.
Don’t let the man, charge you fines
Expense it.

You don’t even need an LLC
Just file a Schedule C
Take the standard mileage deduction you see
Then write off All the **** you be

Credit is a system of trust designed by the white man
You can’t play unless you stick to the plan.
We live in a world where the rules are set
And the rules are designed to make you upset
So you look around, and what do you find?
Someone different, that may have stepped out of line
Now they are the  focus of your loathing
Become the reason of why money, you ain’t holding.
But you took your eyes off the prize. You forgot the game. May I surmise, you’re the one to blame.

WERE ******

I know why we want to fly
To soar above the clouds so high
To fly like birds with no care at all
And look down on earth while we fall
Not knowing where we’re going, just trying to get by
I know why we want to fly

I know why we want to run
To escape our problems that we shun
Leaving the past behind and the future ahead
Just hoping to get our daily piece of bread
For we are all facing the trigger of a gun
I know why we want to run

I know why we want to hope
To try to achieve the things we think are dope
To believe and wish in dreams to come true
And indulge in fantasies that we brew
To reach for the fruits of life and hear the word nope
I know why we want to hope

I have great disdain for the light of the day
Oh how I plead the sun shall go away

2. The world around is much too bright
And every speck is seen in perfect sight

3. In the day, there is no mystery, there is no danger
There are no heroes, there are no strangers

4.The light illuminates each crack on the street
And the flaws in everyone you meet

5. For the day is dedicated to the labor
The workers hand in hand with neighbors

6. In the light we toil through the same routine
Just a small part of the big machine


1. I much prefer the darkness of the night
And bask in the shadows of artificial light

2. For the shadows, they lie in between
Where the darkest of corners are never meant to be seen

3. In the night, there is a history, a story changer
An ambiance of impending danger

 4. And in the dark, the streets are paved with desire
Our passions personified, ignited by fire

5. So into the night we venture in sin
Impatiently wishing for the adventure to begin

6.Because in the darkness we are all free
Masked by the shadows from the people to see



7. So as the sun reaches it’s greatest of height
I go inside to await the embrace of the night
For the truth hurts too much to stay
I have great disdain for the light of the day

I like to visit it, every now and once again
Where the rich men lay, as there bodies decay, no need for mortal pain

For the wealthiest place on the earth that can be. Is a graveyard you see
For the dreams of the men, and the wishes and hopes
Lie buried below, trapped, in the forgotten minds of dopes

Like the one who's buried here
Abused his whole life by extinguishing fear.
Did you know he had the cure my dear?
The worlds sickness could've been gone and clear.

And the poor fellow buried over there.
Had the secret to a full head of hair,
Too bad he took it with him to the grave.
Lived a life of servitude, a modern slave.

But, not all died old, most left us quit young.
Kicking and screaming, to life they clung.

For these, are the men and women we remember most! Oh what a pleasure to host,
the ones who boast,
full of ideas utmost.
Compost of the greatest things that can be,
specifically tailored for you and for me,
well maybe not for me,
but you see
The possibilities of we.

Yet, these ideas and things,
Lay dormant and snuffed
Only pain it brings
To the ones who lived, cuffed

Cuffed to this mortal world, with their mortal lives,
Their mortal hopes, mortal beliefs, and mortal lies.

The greatness and potential of what was, they had, what not
Now forgotten, down they trot
Deep into the grave, their mind asleep
How the widow and the children weep,
Oh they weep, and weep together still
Till forgotten on a whim, or forgotten from the will.

All men die, but not all dreams live,
And this graveyard to which they give, those dreams, that never met hope,
The faith that never saw the scope
The belief down deep, never gripped a rope.

You must now forgive
The time has come for your life to come to an end
Don't struggle to live
Accept the pain
And in the ether you will give

Maybe the next generation will
Remember your ideals
But the one following, surely won't
So don't

For your dreams were always meant to die,
And here your body will lie
So, if you're looking for the agony to cease
Lay back and put your mind at peace